We’re in high vibration mode this week.
My daughter is studying for finals, which she will take Saturday morning. Then Saturday afternoon, her beau arrives from England. I’ve been sitting at the kitchen table with her as she speaks strongly to her laptop screen. Challenging the competency of the practice quiz in a high pitched voice.
Then in the stillness I hear this soft, sweet voice say, “Can you hand me a piece of chocolate?”
As her Mom it’s all I knew to do for her today. I bought her favorite chocolate and placed it in a pretty dish. The dish belonged to my Mother, so it has Grammy mojo about it. She saw me walking toward the kitchen table with the dish and said, “No! Not on the kitchen table!”
I did it anyway, but not within reach.
If it helps her get through this week, I am happy to sit with her and hand her chocolate.